Cat. #0773 (MFH #589) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on June 25, 1969
VERSE 1
Young men an' girls, prolend me your attention
Of these few lines I'm going t' write
It's about a young man, who lately courted
A young an' beautous bride
VERSE 2
When her parents came to know this
They locked 'er up an' kept her so gay
They robbed her of her own dear jewel
Because he was poor as they oft times were
VERSE 3
She wandered till she came to a christian fount'n
She set herself beneath th tree
An' with a sigh, O shall I ever
Ever anymore my true love see
VERSE 4
She pulled out a silver dagger
An' ran it thru her snowy white breast
An' with a sigh, O, as she staggered
Farewell, true love, I'm going to rest
VERSE 5
Him a bein a way down, in a lonesome valley
He heard a cry, so soft n' low
He wrung, he wrung, like one distracted
I'm ruined and I'm done forever anymore
VERSE 6
Her pretty blue eyes, like th stars were open
She says, sweetheart you've come to late
But pray prepare to meet me in Heaven
Where our love'll be more complete
VERSE 7
He picked up th bloody dagger
An' ran it thru his tender heart
O, haint this a dread-full, dreadfull warn'in
For such true loves that has to part